Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

to Amelia. Neither crossed the line

inhaled the lingering scent of Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing. Steven swallowed

stirred in

gentleman, it was pure torture to lay next to the

wave of scent tickled

to see Amelia straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped past her

his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as

at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear, and

his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat

"Take me, Steve."

lust, he

an overpowering spy voice held a thick her. His of raw desire. "Amelia, are

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